May 2011
22 posts
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Stajao sam tako ne znam ni sam koliko, možda samo časak, a možda satima ili...
– Antun Šoljan (via wornout-astronaut)